It was a hot summer day when I first saw her in the gym’s changing room. She had long, golden hair cascading down her back, and she moved with a grace that immediately caught my attention. I was getting ready to hit the weights, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She must have noticed my gaze, because she looked up and caught me staring at her. I blushed, quickly looking away, but I could feel her eyes on me as I gathered my things. I decided to take a chance and introduced myself.
“Hi, I’m Emily,” I said, extending my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Emily. I’m Sarah,” she replied, her voice smooth and sultry.
We chatted for a moment, before she mentioned that she was thinking of getting a pixie cut. I offered to come with her for moral support, and she agreed.
Over the next few weeks, we grew closer. We went for coffee after our workouts, and I found myself falling for her more and more each day. I could tell she felt the same way, but she was hesitant to make the first move.
One day, after our workout, Sarah asked me if I wanted to join her in the changing room to help her wash her hair before her haircut. I agreed, feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach.
As we stood in the changing room, the door locked behind us, Sarah turned to me with a mischievous smile. She stepped closer, her body brushing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off her, and I knew what was about to happen.
She leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. I responded eagerly, my hands tangling in her long hair as we explored each other’s mouths. She tasted like strawberries and sweat, and I couldn’t get enough.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone. I moaned, my head falling back as she nibbled and licked my sensitive skin. She reached down, her hand cupping my breast through my sports bra. I gasped, my nipples hardening under her touch.
She pulled down the cup of my bra, her mouth closing around my nipple. She sucked and teased, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. I groaned, my hands reaching down to grip her ass.
She ground against me, her pussy wet and ready. I could feel her heat through her workout shorts, and I wanted her so badly. I reached down, my fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts. I found her wet and ready, her clit swollen with need.
I rubbed slow circles around her clit, my fingers slick with her juices. She moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls grip me. She was so wet, so ready.
She pulled away, her eyes wild with desire. She pushed me up against the wall, her lips crashing against mine. I could taste myself on her lips, and it only made me want her more.
She reached down, her fingers finding my clit. She rubbed slow circles, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hips grinding against her hand.
She slid a finger inside me, her thumb still on my clit. She moved her fingers in a come-hither motion, hitting my g-spot. I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me.
She didn’t stop, her fingers moving faster and harder. I came again, my body shaking with pleasure. She finally pulled away, her fingers slick with my juices.
We stood there, our bodies pressed together, our breaths coming in gasps. I looked up at her, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Wow,” I said, my voice shaking.
She smiled, her eyes shining with desire.
“I guess we should get ready for that haircut,” she said, her voice husky.
I nodded, my mind still reeling from the pleasure she had given me.
As we left the changing room, I knew that this was just the beginning. I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.
